At about four o'clock in the morning, I was woken by screams that I had never heard before. My younger brother was screaming and, from upstairs, from my room, I could hear him screaming, so I got out of bed. I just had my boxer shorts on and a T-shirt. It was dark and I assumed a robbery was happening. As I made the first step down the stairs, my brother was still screaming and I turned round to look at the stairs. As soon as I turned round, I saw an orange spark and a big bang. I flew into the wall and I slipped down.
I was on the floor. I looked on my right, on my chest, and saw blood coming down my chest and saw the hole in my chest. At that moment, I knew I was shot. The first thing I was thinking was that an armed robbery was taking place. As I went down, I saw an object flying in my face, so I put my hand over my face. At that moment, I did not know what object it was, but I know now it was the gun.
He tried to hit me over the face with it. I saw the shotgun in my chest and I was begging 'Please, please I cannot breathe'. He just kicked me in my face and kept on saying 'Shut the fuck up'. I said 'Please, I cannot breathe'. One of the officers slapped me over the face. He was saying 'Just shut the fuck up, stay there, stay there'.
At that moment, I thought they were either going to shoot me again or shoot my brother, so I lay there and I heard them say 'Secure the room, secure the room'. One of the officers grabbed my left foot and dragged me down the stairs.
My head was banging down the stairs. He turned me around toward the front door and he threw me on the pavement. One of the men gave me a tissue and put it on my chest and put pressure on it. At that point, I knew it was the police because I saw police vans parked outside. Until that moment, I still did not know they were the police. They never said a word about police.
I heard them bringing my mum out. She was screaming and crying. I just thought, 'One by one they're going to kill us'. I was just shouting 'I ain't done nothing'. I was worrying about my brothers, everyone. At that time, I thought I was going to die and thinking of everything at the last minute.
I was in pain. My whole upper body was just burning. It was like I was on fire. I was screaming 'Please, I'm burning'.
Once they got me to the hospital, they gave me morphine. The pain was not good; it was just killing me. I begged the doctors, 'Please don't release me'. I saw the officers were pressuring the surgeon to 'get him out', so I told the surgeon, 'Please, if you feel pressurised, don't discharge me'.
He goes to me, 'I'm going to keep you here for four or five days'. And then they were having meetings and he came back and said, 'No, you're going tomorrow'. I had no choice. I could not get out of the bed so they said: 'Do you want a wheelchair?'
They took me to Paddington Green Police station. I was dehydrated. I fainted when I came out of the car. They had to put me on a chair in the yard of the police station. It took them half an hour to get me in and they kept giving me tablets.
They kept asking all these questions about my family ... Do you know this person? Do you know that person? At the beginning, I was curious. I wanted to know the reason I got arrested.
I knew it was something to do with terrorism. I asked the officer in charge of the police, 'Can you tell me, what have I done?' He kept questioning me about [our house in] Lansdowne Road. I was asked about extremist organisations. They mentioned a few names, about 10 or 15, I didn't recognise any until I heard al-Qa'ida. They said 'Out of all these, which one do you recognise?' The only one I had heard on TV was al-Qa'ida. They said 'Are you a member of Jemaah Islamiyah. Are you a member of this?'
Then at the end they go, 'I know a daft question but are you a member of a white organisation, the Ku Klux Klan?' I didn't know whether to laugh or whether it was completely serious. They were thinking I was a white terrorist now. They were not joking. They kept saying 'Tell us what's in the house' and I kept saying 'I don't know what you're talking about. That's my family house.'
I work as a collection driver for Royal Mail full time, and part time as a supervisor in Tesco. All my life I just wanted to work to please my family to support my mum and dad. I work very hard.
To come into my house like that, accusing me, shooting me in my chest, and saying that I was a terrorist, it really hurt. As to the identity or motive of the police informant, I have no idea. I'm in the same situation as everyone else. In my eyes, the person that said this - gave the police inaccurate intelligence - they are the terrorists to me. They terrorised me and my family.
The comments of Tony Blair, that comment I heard, it was the most hurtful thing. He said he was 101 per cent for the raid, 101 per cent for the hole in my chest.
I'm the same age as his son - I'm as innocent as his son.
My understanding of jihad is to strive and help people. I don't say jihad means what these cults think it means. I don't class them as Muslims. The way my father taught me, you strive, you go out of your way, to help people. Violence is not in my nature or in my religion. Islam is peace.
I feel the only crime I have done, in their eyes, is being an Asian with a long length beard.
When they beat me after I got shot - I was begging them. I feel ashamed, to literally ask them to spare my life and they were hitting me. The first words they said was 'Shut the fuck up'.
I want justice for my family. I want them, the least thing to do, is apologise. Even when I was released, there was not a word of sorry from the head officer. But I would say without the police, the country would be lawless. I blame the person who gave the order. Personally, with the police, I ain't got no grudge against them. They help society which I'm also trying to help.
I just believe I should not have got shot. I don't believe it was fair to get a bullet in my chest. All my family is traumatised. On that morning when they shot one person, I see it as they gave seven bullets to every one of the family.
First and foremost, we need justice and some form of apology. It's ruined my life from that time. They entered my house and it turned my life upside down. I can't go to sleep. I have flashbacks.
I don't see this as an end. It's far from ending. I see it as the start. They will do it to another family, family after family. I knew they made a mistake when they entered my house, of an innocent family. I was born and brought up in east London. I love my town and neighbourhood. This is my country.
Detained for questioning
* The Terrorism Act of 2000 gave police the power to hold suspects without charge for up to seven days (increased to 14 and about to be raised to 28).
* Between 11 September 2001, and 30 September 2005, 895 people were detained under the Act; of 121 charged, 23 have been convicted. Almost 500 were released, while others were handed over to immigration authorities, cautioned or held under mental health legislation.
* The radical preacher Abu Hamza was jailed for seven years for soliciting murder and preaching racial hatred.
* 14 people, including five Britons, are under control orders, a form of house arrest.